In the Sea of Chaos, Tyche passed through the haze to the outside of a brilliant world.
Yellow sand swirled, and the prevailing winds blew across the desolate desert, the rustling grit directly altering the terrain. Dunes were flattened, lakes were buried, and camels had no choice but to head towards the distant oasis.
"Your Highness Norn, does your world seem to have no problems?"
Closing her eyes to sense for a moment, Tyche turned her head in confusion to the creator god's avatar wearing a frog's head.
"I am certain that a change has occurred that I cannot fathom."
The genderless voice emanated from Norn. This Highness was hermaphroditic; when male, he was a frog-headed god, and when female, a snake-headed god. When combined, he formed a humanoid figure with a beard and breasts, possessing both male and female characteristics.
Having joined the Creator Gods' Alliance, Tyche was not as busy as other creator gods. Her divine office of Entropy was well-suited for accelerating world evolution, and she was assigned the task of nurturing new worlds.
This task was quite easy, and Tyche even had the leisure to invite the Norse gods to Faelan while working.
"Your power is the most suited among all of us to deal with laws, so I took the liberty of inviting you to descend an avatar to reside in my world."
Norn was much busier than Tyche. He was the Primordial Water, and he had a good relationship with Tyche, who embarked on the path of immortality as the Ocean Goddess.
Accepting the authority granted by Norn, Tyche successfully passed through the snake-headed avatar surrounding the world and descended into this world.
Overlooking from the sky, the vast river stretched straight and strong like lotus roots, and the green around the estuary was like a blooming lotus. Countless brown-skinned, bare-chested humans drew water by the river. The reeds and crops by the river grew luxuriantly due to the silt brought by the flooding river. The hymn of civilization was sung by the priests, and a familiar yet strange exotic charm unfolded before her eyes.
The bright ship carrying the sun's light sailed in the sky. Three deities piloted the bright ship at different times: Kephri, Amun, and Ra. They were one yet independently distinct. Even the moon god had two: Thoth was the new moon, and Khonsu was the full moon, with the lunar phases changing between the alternation of these two deities.
This was related to their understanding of death. Unlike the reincarnation of the East, and different from the heaven and hell of the West, they believed that the dead could be resurrected, not through reincarnation, nor through transmigration, nor by becoming something else, but by coming back to life directly after death. Therefore, after death, they would mummify their bodies, awaiting their return to the present world from the realm of Anubis.
Landing lightly on the ground, Tyche's golden shoes on the desert floor spread out dots of moisture, and a spring was born from under the goddess's feet. This was followed by palm trees and dates, and life sprouted from the desert in an instant, attracting camels and jackals to drink.
The underground water system was connected by Tyche's actions, and the divine power of Entropy stimulated the evolution of life. The scattered springs converged into lakes, guiding the camel caravans to the oasis.
In the palace beneath the pyramids, royalty and nobility, clad in linen garments and adorned with gold jewelry, were feasting.
The reservoir filled with water lilies was connected to the Nile River. Smaller crocodiles passed through the railings into the pool, vying for the food thrown by the nobles.
Crocodiles were symbols of Sobek, and like cats, beetles, falcons, and rams, they enjoyed privileges and were regarded as incarnations of the gods on earth.
Tyche emerged from the water, and the plump high priestess seemed to sense something, looking towards the pool in search.
During the banquet, a blonde, blue-eyed girl brought Tyche a moment of clarity.
"This is what Norn meant by an unfathomable change."
Time had been disrupted. That blonde girl did not belong to this era. The river of time had developed a vortex, bringing this foreign girl from three thousand five hundred years later to the New Kingdom period of ancient Egypt.
As the source of the entire civilization, the Nile River gathered immense faith, indeed possessing the ability to bring the girl from a distant time to this world.
"How interesting. Could it be a coincidence?"
No matter how she looked at it, this girl had no connection to the pharaoh's bloodline. Why would the Nile River open a temporal tunnel for her?
The girl named Carol was out of place in her era, and the people around her had their own thoughts. The pharaoh, wearing a uraeus crown, smiled lightly, his eyes full of doting affection. The queen on his left wore a double-feathered crown, with a uraeus and sun disk combined, framing her beautiful black hair.
However, the queen's gaze was not as kind. She looked at the blonde girl Carol as if she wanted to devour her alive.
"Royal sister," the young pharaoh said to the queen, "it's time to begin the sacrificial ceremony."
The queen rose, and under the escort of the divine officials and priests, she stepped onto the small pyramid with her bare feet. Under the bonfire, a group of slaves with their hands tied behind their backs were led towards the sacrificial altar at the top of the pyramid under the threat of whips.
Queen Isis, her hands tightly gripping a golden dagger, ordered the guards to hold down these sacrifices and violently cut open the slaves' chests, placing their still-beating hearts on the offering plate.
The solemn and eerie ritual was interrupted by Carol's scream. The girl covered her eyes and cried out. The young pharaoh, ignoring the condemning gazes from all directions, embraced the girl to comfort her.
As the chief priestess, Isis's anger could no longer be contained. She rushed down the pyramid in a few strides and rebuked, "Memphis, how long will you protect this foreign girl!"
The bloodstains on the queen's face and the still-dripping dagger in her hand made the girl, who had just stopped crying, cry out again. Isis was not swayed by her tears. "I am the Queen of Lower Egypt! The Chief Priestess of the Temple! I will never tolerate anyone interrupting my sacrificial ceremony! Foreigner, how dare you disturb the gods' enjoyment of the offerings!"
The pharaoh shielded the girl and began to argue with his sister.
Tyche watched this grand drama and murmured, "I think I understand why the Nile River sent her over. This green tea is too much of an eyesore, and the Nile River wants to see how she gets beaten up!"